star hunter

The bunks in the dormitory were really not spacious enough, it was fine for one person to sleep, but it was too much for two people to lie down.

Su Xian didn't want to squeeze Zhong Yuncong, chose to lie on his side, and dealt with it for half the night.

Such a posture is destined not to be very comfortable, especially when there is a big heater beside him, Su Xian just closed his eyes not long ago, and woke up when the sky was getting dark.

As soon as he touched the sweaty skin on the opponent's waist, his heart jumped inexplicably, he was worried and at the same time felt a little sorry - his fever had obviously not subsided, and he was sweating a lot, and he could hardly absolve himself of the blame for this situation.

Still too much nonsense.He felt a little remorseful, not because of Zhong Yuncong, but because of himself - his self-control was too poor, and he ran away after being escorted.

In fact, I don't reject this matter itself. Although the experience in such a narrow single bed is not much better, and I am concerned about the other person's physical condition, it is just a taste, but it is like the first cigarette inhaled when I was young. And alcohol, it will make you dizzy and make you uncomfortable, but it will hook you into addiction and let you taste the taste.

Su Xian breathed out silently, forcing his brain to empty himself, but some thoughts were simply poisonous, once he moved, it was like injecting a powerful aphrodisiac, and the effect of emotion was immediate - his breathing was disordered, his heart rate was disordered , the body also began to heat up.

It was like drinking a hundred bottles of fake wine in one go.

Zhong Yun, who was in close contact with him, noticed the signs at the first time. Even though he was still in a daze, people of the same sex always understood each other. He laughed softly: "Would you like to help you?" ?”

He opened his eyes, stared at Su Xian's side face with a smile, and breathed lazily in his ears. Su Xian could vaguely feel the joyful and slightly mischievous resonance in the other's chest, and suddenly there was a kind of blood all over his body pumped up. Feeling dizzy, in order to avoid losing his composure, he simply turned his back completely and hid his reaction tightly: "Thanks, no need."

However, his partner could still see some clues from his slightly red auricles. Zhong Yuncong couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch it, and then stuck it to the position on his back where the heart was facing: "The heartbeat is very strong. ...you seem to be in good health."

After being teased like this, Su Xian was annoyed and funny, and found that his body heat seemed to rise again, so he probed his neck: "How do you feel?"

His original intention was pure concern, but he couldn't stand someone misinterpreting him as the Eighteenth Prohibition—"Tsk, I thought you were so thin-skinned that you couldn't ask questions...Let me organize my words and think about how to make a speech."

Su Xian couldn't hold back, and turned over in anger, "...that's not the question."

When I said this, I was somewhat guilty. Both of them were participants in this kind of thing, and they couldn't intuitively feel each other's feelings, but they could also feel the difference—the conclusion is that they still need to make persistent efforts.

But certainly not now.

After seeing Su Xian's expression, Zhong Yuncong buried his whole face in the pillow, his shoulders twitched, and he smiled like a big Shandong goose.

Su Xian felt a little helpless after being teased by him, his eyes glanced over his shoulder, he pulled up the quilt, then got up and got out of bed.

Before dawn, his eyesight was not good, he groped for a while before he picked up the scattered clothes, just put the shirt on, and the buttons were only half buttoned, when he heard the person on the bed turn over and let out a long breath. With a sigh of relief, Su Xian stopped the movement of his hands, subconsciously turned his face to the side, and his peripheral vision swirled on his face.

The light was too dim, he couldn't see Zhong Yuncong's expression clearly, he felt that he was smiling, and then heard his voice.

“Except for the small bed, everything else was perfect.”

Su Xian stared at him meaningfully for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Then change to the big one next time."

His tone, coupled with the looming pectoral muscles in the unbuttoned front of his shirt, made Zhong Yuncong start to feel distracted again. If it wasn't for his poor health, he would have blurted out the sentence "I'll change it next time".

The brain tormented by the high fever didn't take long to start dizzy again. He lay on the pillow and soon fell into a half-asleep and half-awake state.

Not long after, he felt Su Xian sitting back on the bed, and then his forehead felt cool, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and found that Su Xian had an extra wet towel in his hand.

He reached out to hold him, but was held down: "Don't move, you're sweating a lot, I'll wipe it off for you."

Fever, coupled with an orgasm, even though the other party was as gentle as possible, it still made him covered in hot sweat.

"Didn't it mean that you have to sweat when you have a cold?" Zhong Yuncong defended himself vaguely, "This is self-treatment."

The wet towel in Su Xian's hand slid across his neck, and at the same time rubbed the back of his neck gently: "Is this the reason for your nonsense?"

"No." The delirious patient turned his face and smiled at him, "You are the reason for my nonsense."

Su Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and threw the towel into the basin: "It's all like this, can you be quiet?"

"My mother took care of me like this when I was a child." Zhong Yuncong's topic jumped so fast that Su Xian shook his head and laughed: "Why, do I remind you of your mother again?"

"She's much more talkative than you." He didn't realize that he was also chattering non-stop at the moment, "I'll take you to meet her some other day, you must remember to be sweet, she has a quick temper, and trivial matters It can be read for a long time, the advantage is that it is easy to coax, just say a few nice words..."

Su Xian paused his movements, and was about to say something, but he didn't leave any gaps for him: "Oh, by the way, she also admires handsome guys, and always said that if I wasn't good-looking, she would have thrown me away a long time ago." You are so handsome, she will definitely like you."

Su Xian was silent for a moment, and asked abruptly, "Is your mother... treating you well?"

"Of course." Zhong Yuncong didn't seem to understand why he asked such a question, and smiled lazily, "She is my mother, if she is not good to me, who is good to her?"

Su Xian smiled faintly, without saying a word, lifted the quilt, and continued to help him wipe the sweat off his back.

"I also have a dog, pug, you know? It's wrinkled and miserable, but it's really annoying. It's just that the feet are too smelly, and the smell is so ecstasy...so people call it 'stinky' Preserved egg'." Zhong Yuncong's eyelids became heavier and heavier, "We can take a walk together in the future..."

Su Xian smiled and listened to his description of them. Although he didn't think the picture in his mouth would come true, he didn't want to disturb his interest in talking.

Zhong Yun told him a lot in a daze, with various contents, from his dog jumping to the first note he received in elementary school.

"What was written on the note?" Su Xian raised his eyebrows, and Zhong Yun looked at him with a slight smile: "He said he wanted to go home together after school."

He couldn't help laughing: "Is this kind of thing worth writing a note?"

"What do you know?" Zhong Yuncong rolled his eyes at him, "This kind of innocent communication is comparable to a swan goose passing a letter."

"Oh." Su Xian looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and the movements of his hands didn't stop, "Then did you go back with him?"

The sticky feeling on his body gradually disappeared, Zhong Yuncong narrowed his eyes comfortably: "Can you be a little bit promising? You can also eat the jealousy of elementary school students?"

"...Nonsense." Su Xian refuted righteously, and then continued to ask, "Have you returned?"

"No." Zhong Yuncong changed his posture, put a pillow on his lap, and sighed, "As soon as the note was in my hand, the teacher caught me straight, and then I went to the corridor to punish me. Stay here to write the review... After finishing writing, the girl left long ago."

Su Xian sneered: "You said last time that you didn't write a review?"

"..." Zhong Yun never expected that he would slap himself in the face by accident, so he coughed lightly and forced his respect back, "Your point is wrong, right? Is the point of this matter to be self-criticism? Huh?"

He changed the water again, and asked absently while wringing out the towel: "Then what's the point?"

"The point is... I lied to you."

"Ok?"

Zhong Yuncong sighed: "Actually, the note was not for me, it was for me at the back desk, and I was asked to pass it on. I was unlucky, and the teacher was recruited as soon as it was passed on to me."

Su Xian laughed loudly: "So you are that 'swan goose'."

Then I asked curiously: "Since the note has nothing to do with you, why did you accept the punishment?"

"The female classmate looked at me tearfully, and I agreed as soon as my heart softened." Zhong Yun never felt sad when talking about the past, but was a little complacent, "Isn't it just a punishment for writing a review~ the first In the next day, I had a few more packs of snacks and a thank you letter in my drawer."

"A thank you letter can make you happy like this?" Su Xian laughed at him, "It's not a love letter."

Zhong Yuncong's face lightly rubbed against his leg: "Love letter? That's up to you to write. I won't accept anything that isn't yours."

The wet towel in Su Xian's hand almost fell back into the basin: "I...I'm not very good at..."

Zhong Yuncong glanced at his bewildered look, and laughed in a good mood: "I know, I'm just joking with you—you can't even write a [-]-word self-criticism~"

Su Xian's mother used to be a lecturer in the Chinese Department, and the family had a lot of books, and he also read a lot when he was young.At this moment, all the words related to love in those novels, proses and poems were pulled out of his memory like a cocoon, and mixed together colorfully, turning into a series of grotesque landscape paintings.

But none of them can reflect his state of mind indiscriminately.

He bowed his head, kissed his forehead, and said with a smile: "If we can walk your starling together in the future, I will write to you."

>>>

In the infirmary, the medical staff just gave Zhong Yuncong an infusion needle, and the person accompanying him sneezed suddenly.

The doctor turned his head and glanced at the sheriff.

Su Xian waved his hand embarrassingly: "Maybe I'm a little allergic to the smell of disinfectant..."

Before he finished speaking, he sneezed three more times.

The doctor frowned: "I don't think you look well... Come here, I'll take your temperature first."

Su Xian covered his nose and obediently became the subject of consultation.

"There are many colds in early spring, so we should pay more attention to keeping warm." The doctor scolded unceremoniously, "I think you are wearing too little clothes!"

He glanced at a guy with an innocent face, and sighed: "No, I'm just... infected."